Driving through Pikesville on the Sabbath for the first time ever, (never drive anywhere close to Pikesville) there were three Jewish sisters standing outside of a very nice, stone house that looked that the building had been owned for almost 100 years by the same Jew. Felt strange driving around looking at Jews, because there are traditions there that here, southwest, nobody takes seriously. The donning of Jewish hats, coats, long socks. However, we both observe the same holidays, in different ways. There is no way to go back, like traveling back in time to see the dinosaurs. Somehow feels that the dinosaur is me.
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